I washed my head and body, shaved my beard, and picked out a decent outfit. When I went out, I met Mr. Kun, who was also about to go out, and he seemed to be a little busy lately, but he still greeted me politely. I saw that he was dressed casually, and it didn't seem like he was doing anything for work. He left after a casual chat with me and wished me a great evening.

I still have a trace of suspicion about Mr. Kun in my heart, and although I cannot find any evidence to support this suspicion, this suspicion has always pierced my heart like a thin needle, and I am afraid and unable to sleep. I thought maybe I should find a time to go to Mr. Kun's room and have a look, if he really is the murderer, there may be some traces and evidence left in the place where he lives.

The hall was filled with laughter and the clinking of bottles and glasses, and the atmosphere was so lively that the people present felt as if they had just been released from an airtight solitary prison, eager to talk and rejoice.

I was led around the crowd by Serena, and I didn't really like this kind of social activity, but in order to please Serena, I could only pretend to be elegant and smile and greet each other.

Serena's friend's name is Dick, and he's really a reader of mine, and he's read almost all of the novels I've published, including the recently released Bloody Rose, and when he learns I'm coming, he's going to come up with an idea he's been working on for a long time as a warm welcome to me.

He plans to have everyone at the party draw a separate little script and ask that they can't communicate privately, and then he tells everyone that there will be a murder at this party, some people will be killed, and the murderer is between us, and everyone needs to work together to reason to identify the murderer.

This novel gameplay was well received by everyone, and Serena was eager to try it, looking at me expectantly, thinking that I might be able to show off my skills in this kind of mystery game. Although I am not interested in all the fun activities now, seeing Serena's eyes sparkle at me makes me unbearable to refuse to participate.

Each of us randomly selected the script, and I drew the ordinary people, that is, the crime solvers in the usual sense.

Here I have to introduce this game: this game has a total of one victim, one murderer, and five ordinary people. Ordinary people stand in the position of the person who solves the case, and the murderer is selected through analysis and discussion.

In order to experience and have fun with the game, everyone must do what is required in the script they get and try to minimize the plot of self-play. There is also a moderator who is outside of the game, monitoring and handling unexpected situations that may arise in the game, and presiding over the flow of the game.

All of them don't know who they are and what the script for the arrangement is. The script I drew was nothing but the word "ordinary people" written on it, and I looked up and saw that the host Dick winked at me, and he had clearly cheated and deliberately let me get the role of a puzzle solver with complete freedom.

I glanced at Serena and found that she didn't look at me, uncharacteristically and very seriously looking at the script in her hand, her expression was a little inexplicably subtle, not like excitement or expectation, but a kind of solemn thought. I wanted to go over and ask her what really happened, but the host reminded us all that it was time for the game.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness.

I listened to people I didn't know whispering in the dark, nervous, excited, eager to try. I walked in the direction of Serena in my memory, wanting to stand next to her and talk to her, or just stand next to her without doing anything. But I couldn't find her. I whispered Serena's name, but received no response.

I suddenly began to feel scared and worried, as if a cold ice pick had slammed into my heart, and a very bad premonition surrounded me like a tidal wave, and I thought it might have something to do with Ellie's departure from me, and her death made me very sensitive now.

I groped my way through the darkness, squeezing through the crowd around me. I felt a pair of eyes in the crowd following me closely, glowing green like a tiger wolf. I groped with both hands for Serena's whereabouts, but all I got was slapping and scolding, and I couldn't find where Serena was.

The brief darkness made the crowd a little noisy, and no one realized that Serena had quietly disappeared at the moment.

In the midst of my restless anxiety and the cheers and scolding of the crowd, the lights finally came on.

The bright light re-illuminated the world, and I never felt so happy longing for the light. My eyes raced through the crowd to find Serena at once, but I failed, and Serena was no longer in the room.

In addition to Serena, there was a young and quiet young man who had also disappeared, and he was perhaps Serena's suitor - I could feel his hostility towards me from the time Serena took me to the party. Serena disappeared with him, which was not good news for me.

I objectively judged that Serena probably didn't and would not have had any feelings of love for that man at all, otherwise why would she have brought me to this party, she barely paid more attention to him than even five seconds.

But the man apparently didn't think so, and he took Serena with him, and he wanted to make a final effort, but he would soon find that all of his efforts were to no avail, and with just the two of them, I was very worried that he would be angry and take the opportunity to do something terrible to Serena.

Everyone in the room looked at Dick in bewilderment, they had no idea what to do next, they didn't even know what was going on at the moment, all that was going on was the lights off and the lights on for them, and I was amused and angry at their dull and numb nerves and almost no observation.

As the host, Dick had to break the rules and tell them that he should have kept silent about everything that made sense in the game - that the case had already happened when the light went dark, and now all it was up to everyone had to gather clues and find the killer.

I went to the entrance to check on everyone's shoes in the doorway, and found that the shoes that Serena had taken off were missing, and the number of shoes left still did not match the number of people present, and I heard the crowd behind me still chattering about what the case was, and they had not yet realized that two large living people had disappeared, and they had not noticed that I had left the crowd.

I wanted to share my findings with them, but I suddenly felt that there was no need for this, and the uneasiness that haunted me kept urging me to find Serena as soon as possible, and I could only truly relax when I saw her safe and sound, and I didn't want to let these slow and stupid people hold me back.

I put on my shoes and walked out of the house, the crowd behind me still asking Dick what had happened, and Dick was struggling with the rules of the game and offending his friends, and no one noticed that I had left the house without a sound.

Dick's home is located in a sparsely populated but beautiful but vast suburb of the city, an hour's drive from the city, and he built a farm next to his house to raise some cows and horses.

Outside the house, the black rumbling seemed to be covered with a heavy black cloth, and by the dim moonlight I could barely see only a few large trees growing jaggedly on this empty field, and I looked around but did not find Serena's figure, everything in heaven and earth was hidden in strange shadows, and the only place to hide here was the farm.

The gate of the farm was closed, but there were many tall stacks of haystacks and plastic sheds outside, perhaps just for convenience, but this arrangement made the farm look dirty and messy, and the aesthetic of the farmer Dick was completely unreflected in this regard, and it was still causing me a lot of trouble. The darkness around me at this moment means the unknown and the danger to me.

I raised my vigilance and walked towards the farm, there was no wind tonight, and it was so quiet that I could hear the cows chewing and the horses snorting in the farm. And in the midst of these sounds, I faintly heard another unusual rustling sound, which was extremely regular and rhythmic, like the sound of heavy objects dragging on the earth, moving unhurriedly and unhurriedly not far from me.

My heart was clenched in an instant, and I wondered what had happened between Serena and the young man, and I wanted to rush over and beat the boy to shreds with his internal organs and bones, but reason kept me calm at the last of my composure.

My vision was obscured by all sorts of obstacles that weren't supposed to be here, and the myriad suspicions of the darkness made me seem a little daunted. I think I should stabilize my emotions first and then think about what to do, and if something really happens, I must take the opportunity to teach this bastard a hard lesson.

My mind was reminiscent of the young man.

He looked skinny, withered, and languishing, as if even a sweet woman like Serena could easily knock him down, and I suspect he was probably on drugs, as he always had some very uncoordinated, disgusting little movements between his limbs. He has bad intentions towards Serena, always thinking about taking advantage of tofu, and always moving his hands and feet, even in front of me.

I don't think he can pose much of a threat to me, both physically and emotionally, against a man like that. But there was always an inexplicable signal of danger being released from my pituitary gland all over my body, and my cold hair stood upright, not relaxing for a moment, and it kept suggesting that my real danger was actually coming from another place I couldn't see, and it was constantly haunting me all the time, and I was unaware.

I raced through every face, every pair of eyes I saw at the party, trying to spot the signs of suspicion, but I soon realized that it was just in vain. I didn't know any of the other people in the party, I couldn't remember and recall them after a short meeting, I didn't care about them, and it was too hard to find out what was suspicious about one of them.

I cautiously walked slowly in the direction where the sound was made, minimizing the sound of the soles of my shoes rubbing against the grass. I could have shouted Serena's name and then appeared to knock the deceitful man unconscious, acting as a mighty hero, but that subconscious alertness kept me on guard.

I knew that what I was afraid of was not this vulnerable addict, but someone else, the nightmare person wrapped in honey. I snapped back to that evil gaze in the chaotic darkness, and it sent shivers down my mind. My hand reached into my trouser pocket and gripped the paper cutter that Ellie had been carrying around since she died, would that person be here? Is she hiding in a crowd of partygoers, or is she hiding in a dark farm?

The sound was always moving unhurriedly through the obstacle in front of me, but I couldn't catch up with it, and whenever I approached it would suddenly stop, and then it would sound unexpectedly around another corner, like someone was dragging something heavy around the farm.

Suddenly I had a creepy realization in my heart, as if the voice was trying to draw me to follow it, and he took me around the field all the time, watching me in the shadows and teasing me until I fell into the trap he had set up. The thought made me furious, and I wondered if I could have a better chance of winning by jumping out and fighting him face-to-face, and if I could end this endless chase immediately. And I'm not sure who I'm going to be against.

Suddenly, my foot stepped on something, large and heavy, and it felt soft but strong, and my heart sank heavily. I crouched down and touched it with my hand, and it was cold and slippery. The touch reminded me of the wet sheets beside me that morning, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill, as if I had been pulled into the bleak abyss by a cold hand.